Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 544 Little John who pecked a mountain eagle

"I don't understand what Mr. Han means."

Little John's tone was a little unruly.

He said generously that during the interrogation of my wife Laura and Liu Qianqian, I could even say "I won't tell you even if you kill me".

I am not afraid of Han Sanping's questioning.

"Does Mr. Han think that the movie "The Piano of Steel" is not comparable to commercial movies because it is low-cost?"

Han Sanping was speechless after hearing this.

Although "The Piano" is in line with Hermès Film Investment Company's consistent pursuit of the artistry of the film itself, both in terms of the artistic conception of the content, and in reflecting the changes of the times and its connotation.

But what does the matter that brought me here have to do with money?
"Jean, you should know what I mean." Seeing Little John changing the subject, Han Sanping gave a vague hint.

He really didn't believe that Little John could still pretend.

After hearing this, Little John pursed his lips and shrugged, pretending to smile casually:

"What Mr. Han said is beyond the pale."

Han Sanping simply said angrily "Humph", you are a foreigner and you are pretending to be like me.

Who has seen the outside world?
Isn't it You and Xiangyang?

Faced with the dissatisfaction he expressed, Little John smiled and said: "If Mr. Han is really anxious, I have a solution."

"You said."

"I'll go find Liu here. Xiang must have answered her call immediately." Little John raised his lips.

What he said was well founded.

Based on his knowledge of his friend, Xiangyang, who acted as if he was staying aloof from the incident, must have even transferred his phone call to Bea Shaffer.

Han Sanping was stunned at first, then moved his lips with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

He had no intention of involving Liu Qianqian.

"Then since Mr. Han doesn't think it's necessary, let's wait and see."

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At this time, Han Sanping was even more speechless. He sighed and said, "Mr. Rang, I really think it would be beneficial for both parties to take this opportunity to talk calmly."

"I know what Mr. Han means."

Little John nodded in understanding.

Business cannot be done without righteousness, he understands this.

Many friends lead to many paths, he has also heard Principal An, Lao Xiang, and Xiang Yang say this.

"Mr. Han, is there something I don't understand?"

"You said."

"Our Hermès Film Investment Company should consider what kind of friends we need based on our own development."

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Hearing this, Han Sanping frowned slightly.

If the topic comes to this, then why should I be busy?

Seeing this, Little John stopped talking.

After nodding his head with a smile, he stretched out his hand politely and said with a smile: "I also hope that Mr. Han will not take this matter too seriously and not affect our relationship. No matter from the perspective of our business operations in China Both personally and personally, I feel honored to be Mr. Han’s friend.”

"Uh"

Suddenly, Han Sanping felt that he had nothing to say.

What is the relationship between China Film and Hermès Film Investment Company?
With the help of this relationship, Huaying can be said to have reaped all the benefits, and there will be more benefits waiting for both parties to explore in the future.

This level of interest is not on the same level as that between Huaying and Huayi.

Whether you should lose a big thing for a small amount of money is the subtext of Little John's words.

So the words sounded sincere and the posture was very low.

But what about the other way around?
"Jiang, Huaying and I will not take a stand on this matter." Han Sanping took a deep breath, his tone still filled with dissatisfaction at being defeated.

"Oh? Then I don't know what Mr. Han meant by this move." Little John smiled, with a hint of smugness in his eyes, and continued:
"Mr. Han, I have other things to be busy with, so I'll take my leave now."

"!"

Han Sanping stared at Little John in astonishment.

As a mountain eagle, he was pecked by a house sparrow? !
What the hell, it's just a little house bird outside!
When he realized the ambiguity in his words and was caught by Little John, Han Sanping suddenly remembered the exchange between the two in the room that day.

What kind of books does this guy read?

After pondering in his heart for a moment, Han Sanping watched Little John leave blankly.

"Xiang Yang, this brat, why are you teaching foreigners these things?"

"It's cool! I was really cool just now!"

Trying his best to suppress his inner excitement, Little John pushed the door open and walked into the room. As soon as he closed the door, he almost shouted excitedly.

He thought that his performance just now was impeccable.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and called his friend directly.

After a "beep" sound.

Bea Shaffer's angry voice came over, "Little John, do I have to put a clock on your forehead so that you know what time it is in Paris!"

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The dinner will be held as usual.

Han Sanping, who was full of anger, had no intention of participating, but he came anyway.

During the dinner, he saw Little John hiding next to Liu Qianqian like a follower. He already had some grudges in his heart and was too lazy to come forward and join in the fun.

Is this account to be settled?

It must be counted.

Just not right now. Anyway, he will make a special trip to Paris in the next part of his trip, so that he can communicate directly with Xiang Yang face to face.

To ask this guy, it would be better to sit in front of Xiang Yang and ask him what he wants.

"Uncle Han."

Just as Han Sanping was holding the champagne and squinting at Little John and Liu Qianqian who were communicating with several Hollywood executives, he suddenly heard a friendly voice coming from behind.

Hearing this, he turned around and saw three familiar faces.

Zhang Meng, Qin Hailu, and Wang Qianyuan stood behind him with champagne.

"You guys, what's the matter?"

"..." Zhang Meng smiled attentively, "Uncle Han, the third of us wants to express our gratitude to you."

"Yes, Master Han, thank you."

"Master Han, Qianyuan, Director Zhang and I would like to toast you with this glass of champagne."

"Huh?" Han Sanping glanced at several people in surprise.

"If you hadn't recommended Mr. Rang to us, we wouldn't have had this opportunity." Zhang Meng quickly touched Han Sanping with his champagne glass and thanked:

"My father also called just now and told me to thank you for your cultivation."

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Hearing Zhang Meng bring his father out, Han Sanping hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly, picked up the champagne glass and clinked glasses with Wang Qianyuan and Qin Hailu who were both smiling.

No matter how you say it, the messy things here have nothing to do with these people.

After taking a sip, he patted Zhang Meng's shoulder and encouraged: "Work hard, try to win this tough battle tomorrow, and give your father a long face."

"Well, I know."

Zhang Meng nodded: "But there is one thing. I wonder if Uncle Han can help me."

"Say it." Han Sanping pursed his lips.

"Well." said Zhang Meng, who looked embarrassed: "Well, after the premiere tomorrow, should we also prepare a similar celebration banquet. If necessary, in terms of funds?"

Han Sanping, who thought it was something, couldn't help but reveal a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

This little John is really
Stingy went to his grandma's house.

Firstly, he felt a little resentful and had nowhere to vent in his heart. Secondly, he looked down upon Little John for what he did at tonight's banquet. Han Sanping's tone was somewhat ridiculing:
"What? Hermès is going to buy your copyright, but they won't pay for the small money from the celebration party?"

"That's not the case." Zhang Meng noticed something was wrong, and the smile on his face froze, "Their staff has contacted us, but I think..."

"What do you think?"

As soon as the calm and authoritative tone came out, Zhang Meng swallowed subconsciously.

He didn't dare to breathe, and he didn't dare to get close to him anymore. He quickly changed his words and explained: "Mr. Han, I discussed it with Qianyuan and Hailu. We feel that at least this time we are coming to Toronto as a filmmaker representing China. We should pay for it ourselves.”

Han Sanping was silent when he heard the words, and looked at Wang Qianyuan and Qin Hailu on the side.

After a few seconds, he suddenly put on a smile.

Compared to the seriousness just now, the smile on his face now was very friendly, "Promising, yes, this idea is right."

"Do you think so too?" Zhang Meng asked in a low voice.

Han Sanping smiled, turned his head and glanced at Little John with a deep look, and then motioned to the others to find a place convenient for him to talk.

As soon as he took a step forward, Wang Qianyuan, Qin Hailu and Zhang Meng quickly followed him.

It's not that they are cowardly.

Just ask people in the domestic film industry how many of them dare to really disobey Han Sanping.

Han Sanping was thinking about it as he walked. When he reached a small round table, he put the wine glasses away, then looked at Zhang Meng and asked:

"Have you signed the contract with CC?"

"Not yet." Zhang Meng blinked his eyes continuously and shook his head.

"Oh, that's it." Han Sanping looked understanding and said with a satisfied smile:
"Xiao Zhang, you young people should seize any opportunities you have outside. This includes Wang Qianyuan and Qin Hailu. If you can go more international, you must not have any worries. If you are not sure, Yes, you can talk to me more.”

"I understand, Mr. Han."

Several people looked at each other and nodded quickly.

"In this way, "The Piano" will premiere tomorrow, and the results should be good. However, there are many ways to sign CC contracts. I will ask Huaying to help you talk to Hermès first, so that they can work out the details. Don’t dare to be too fooling, what do you think?”

"That's really great." Zhang Meng felt delighted upon hearing this.

Who in the circle doesn’t know how close the relationship between Huaying and Hermès is. If Huaying can be invited to come forward, then the contract quality of "Steel Piano" can be improved even if it is the worst.

Everyone understands the principle that things are easier for others.

"Okay, it's settled then. I'll arrange for my assistant to get an authorization contract first."

Hearing Zhang Meng's agreement, Han Sanping smiled again.

You, Little John, actually stated in public that you are optimistic about "The Piano" and also said that this film has the qualifications to compete for the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film.

Then don't blame me, Han Sanping, for taking advantage of the opportunity.

Is this the end of American arthouse theater releases?

Are art theaters in Europe just for display?

If you want to spend some money, just buy "The Piano of Steel". In the end, you will gain fame and money, and you can do whatever you want.

Although I, Han Sanping, am biased on this matter of Huayi.

Then I will show you the truth.

Thinking of this, Han Sanping picked up the champagne glass he had just handed out from the table and said with a smile:
"Come, let me toast you to China's film industry."

"Uncle Han, you are too polite."

"Mr. Han, Mr. Han, can't do it."

"Mr. Han."

(End of this chapter)